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Jenny Holzer, My arrogance knows no bounds and I will make no peace today, and you should be so lucky to find a woman like me 

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Stories We Tell (2012) Sarah Polley. 

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Here is the handful
of shadow I have brought back to you:
this decay, this hope, this mouthful
of dirt, this poetry.
Margaret Atwood, Mushrooms (excerpt)

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Orphan Black: Things Which Have Never Yet Been Done

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orphan black
Title: Artifice
Artist: SOHN
Album: Tremors
Plays: 2509

Artifice // SOHN

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joolabee radio
Title: Write to Your Brother
Artist: Perfume Genius
Album: Learning
Plays: 649


Perfume Genius - Write To Your Brother

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joolabee radio

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john is 3000 sexy for thisjohn is 300000 sexy alwaysjohn watsoni hate him and i love himplease witness his face in the very last moment of the top left gif

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the lifestylex files
Title: Edge Of Desire
Artist: John Mayer
Album: Battle Studies
Plays: 14219

I want you so bad, I’ll go back on the things I believe
There I just said it, I’m scared you’ll forget about me

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How could I know you fit my body like a glove? You’re destroying me. You’re good for me. You’re destroying me. You’re good for me.

I have time. Please, devour me.

Marguerite Duras, Hiroshima mon amour  (via sensual—aura)

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sherlock is actually a girl’s name.

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“If all cosmos were the same distance apart, gravity would pull them all in the same direction. They’d remain perfectly aligned, and precisely nothing would happen. Irregularity, imperfection, and lack of order in hydrogen compacts, atoms of gas gravitating away from each other, and compressed temperatures is what created our universe. Perfection in our galaxy simply does not exist. Without imperfection, neither you nor I would exist.” —Into The Universe with Stephen Hawking: ‘The Story of Everything’

Utilize this as an analogy next time attempt to undermine your self-worth caused by fallacious and subjective standards one must meet in order to attain aesthetic appeal. Symmetric cannot be created if its source is asymmetric.

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You construct intricate rituals which allow you to touch the skin of other men.

Julia, twenty-one. I wander backwards through lots of things, but you shouldn't let that bother you.

Writer, troublemaker, and cultivator of beautiful things. I love television, and talking about it. Turned into a pillar of salt ages and ages ago.

Anything for you.

"i find it hilarious that julia’s blog is all elegant black and white sherlock caps and deep poetry considering shes actually fuckin bananas"